Leave Love Bleeding In My Hands Novels & Stories

I hit again, harder, until the skin split and warm blood seeped out, dripping down my wrist. I leaned my forehead against the wall, panting. The sting of my bleeding hand felt almost good—it was something real, something that matched the pain tearing me apart inside. Why? Why would she leave like this? Why now, when she could barely even walk? What could be so important that she’d risk bleeding herself out just to get away from me? Tears blurred my vision before I even noticed. They burned so hot as they slid down, dropping onto the back of my uninjured hand. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing the ache back down my throat, but it only spread deeper and heavier.

My hands trembled as I pressed them to my stomach, tears streaming down my face. “No, no, no,” I whispered, shaking my head. My breaths came in short, shallow gasps as fear hooked me. I grabbed my phone, dialing Leo with shaking hands. It rang once, twice, then straight to voicemail. My stomach sank. He wasn’t coming. I decided to text him instead, ‘Leo I’m bleeding , I need help.’ For a moment, I just sat there, helpless and scared. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to breathe through the pain. “You can do this,” I whispered. My voice was shaky, and I didn't want to think about why I was bleeding.

Droplets of water aren't finished dropping on the ground, the umbrella-shaped droplet scattering all over the ground. What the..hell? Did the moon goddess finally listen to me? Did she allow me to die? I gaze back at Rafe with astonishing eyes. My hands are turning purple gradually. Ryan shouts and separates himself from me in haste. The top of his hands which were touching mine has become red and swollen. I looked back at my own hands and they are back to normal again, not glazing purple. Seriously? What the hell just happened? I close my eyes shut, waiting for Rafe to retaliate.

This tears the stitches on my bad hand, causing it to bleed. “Fuck!” I groan as the pain bites deep down my spine. I take controlled breaths, trying to calm myself down, but when I sit on my butt and see how much I’m bleeding, I lose it. The stitches on my hand are torn, and pus keeps oozing out with blood. “Do not panic, Kiara,” I say to myself, grabbing the tiles on the floor as I painfully drag myself across the room.

Finished. His palm was pressed to the door seam. The silver-white light leaked between his fingers, shining onto the back of his hand. The skin on the back of his hand was thin as paper. The blue veins beneath were visible. There was hardly any blood left flowing in them. He waited for a moment.

My voice trembles with disbelief. "Yes, it’s a perfectly healthy triplet pregnancy," the doctor reassures me, his smile infectious. "I recommend taking it easy for a few days to let the little tear heal, but there shouldn't be any high risks. Sometimes we encounter these kinds of hemorrhages due to small tears with no clear explanations." I turn to Levi, who is staring at me, his eyes wide with a mixture of hope and disbelief. "Levi, are you okay?" I gently ask, my heart swelling with concern.

LEA'S POV Drop after drop turned into a puddle. The pain was real, and it was creeping up so fast. My hand went to my arm, where a long scratch from Alpha Carlos was oozing fresh blood. The blood continued to drip and wouldn't stop, even though I had pressed it down with my own palm.

After all, this was the same thing that had made her leave. I took her hand in mine as I stared at her and I could see the concern in her eyes for my bleeding hand. “You didn’t, right?” She asked me as she looked at me and I could see her eyes glisten due to the tears and it hurt me because I had promised to never make her cry.

I spoke with a soft sigh; I shot my eyes tight. I felt a warm and moist feeling in my nose. With my index finger, I wiped my nose with my palms. The blood I saw this time was not the usual one, it was usually a few drops. I thought it was just the minor stress that I usually put myself through that caused it. I looked at my hand gloves, it was covered in thick red blood. they formed thick blood clots. I gasped, doing my best to stop the bleeding. My hands were shaky or maybe I was the one wobbly.

" he protested, but lost his voice when he felt a discreet pain in his hand and blood dripping. "It's no longer necessary," he said indifferently as she stared like a lunatic at the hand with the small cut, but instead of the blood dripping, a line of blood formed, making its way to the flower, Alessa again became dizzy in disbelief, until the flower glowed again and a white smoke rose from it. Leya stared at them in confusion, her tired eyes still wanting to sleep, so Dragazon cradled her in his arms.